The Path
There are no beaten paths to Glory's height, There are no rules to compass greatness known; Each for himself must cleave a path alone, And press his own way forward in the fight.
Smooth is the way to ease and calm delight, And soft the road Sloth chooseth for her own; But he who craves the flower of life full-blown, Must struggle up in all his armor dight!
What though the burden bear him sorely down And crush to dust the mountain of his pride, Oh, then, with strong heart let him still abide; For rugged is the roadway to renown, Nor may he hope to gain the envied crown Till he hath thrust the looming rocks aside.
THE
AUTHOR
RETORT
LIFE
THE
LESSON
SUNSET
A
PRAYER
PASSION
SONG
THE
MYSTERY
THE
PATH
LONGING
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Poetry
by Northover
Oh Africa, let freedom reign - Oh Africa, let freedom reign Rain down
a storm On the white man's home, Let him see that God Is watching over
all. Let the thunder clap its hands Together we will stand Hand in hand
one and all Africa more
Viola Liuzzo killed by 3 Klansmen 1965 more
